Chapter 274: Coming Earlier Than Expected
"Hank, help." Chu Qiao shouted at the familiar face in front of him.
Hank's eyes were red: "Sister Chu Qiao, you are finally here."
"You are so brave, you dare to hide such a big thing from me?" Chu Qiao was not polite in his heart, but he rubbed Hank's head with his hand.
"It was Doctor Lu who told me not to tell you."
Chu Qiao pointed at the large truck behind him and said, "Alright, stop talking nonsense. I'm here with the medicine. Just move it."
"Let's move." Hank suddenly said to the tent with big feet: "Come out, some people."
I saw seven or eight young boys coming out in a swarm.
Chu Qiao felt that they looked familiar. They were the children who had been sick in the village before.
"These are all people who came here to help take care of the patients. Except for me, they have all been cured. Doctor Lu said they already have antibodies and will not be infected."
Chu Qiao nodded: "You have to be careful too, don't be careless, and wear a mask."
"I know. I have experience."
Chu Qiao smiled with relief: "Then I'll leave it to you. Move it to a shady place and keep an eye on it. Don't let the rats destroy it."
Hank nodded heavily.
Chu Qiao looked around and asked, "Which tent is Doctor Lu in?"
Hank pointed to the yellowed tent at the back that was about to collapse.
Chu Qiao clenched his fists and walked towards the tent.
She could imagine that Lu Zhan must be very haggard now, but she didn't expect that the muscular and strong Lu Zhan would become like this.
Lu Zhan was covered with a quilt, his body less than one-third of the bed.
His hair was as messy as weeds, his inability to eat caused his physical functions to decline, his cheekbones were protruding, his eye sockets were sunken, and there was no light in his eyes.
Chu Qiao turned the IV bottle over.
It's glucose.
How long can I last on this?
Chu Qiao looked at the back of her hand, which looked like a piece of firewood, with needle holes here and there on it.
Lu Zhan realized that someone had come in and raised his eyelids weakly.
For a moment, his eyes were full of light.
"It's earlier than I thought."
Chu Qiao said angrily, "If you know you can't hide it, why are you still hiding it?"
Lu Zhan's eyelids twitched slightly: "There is no medicine left in the world. Even if you come, it will be useless."
Chu Qiao concealed his discomfort, pointed at the needle marks on his hand, and laughed: "If you were in better health, you wouldn't have been pierced into this ugly state."
Lu Zhan looked at the back of his hand helplessly: "I've gotten used to it recently."
Chu Qiao looked at his comrade who had fought alongside him. He was so high-spirited and high-spirited, but now he had become like this. He suppressed his emotions and said, "I brought medicine with me. I will take you back home."
Lu Zhan's eyes lit up: "Qingwen Capsule?"
Chu Qiao shook his head and before Lu Zhan could get disappointed, he quickly said, "I have invited the ancestor of the Qingwen Capsule. Don't worry, I have brought herbs with me."
"I believe in your ability." Lu Zhan said and closed his eyes. He had used up all his strength to say these words.
"You have a good rest. I'll go make some medicine for everyone."
Chu Qiao walked out of the tent with heavy steps.
Hank and the others have already moved the medicine into the tent where medical supplies are stored.
Chu Qiao opened the tent and found that except for the medical supplies Chu Qiao had just brought, the original medical supplies were almost used up.
Chu Qiao took out 10 clay pots and handed them to Hank.
"I'm going to light a fire and boil the medicine in a moment. Each of you will guard a clay pot and stir it constantly to prevent it from getting mushy. When I say the time is up, everyone will take the pot down and pour the medicine into a bowl for the patient to drink."
Hank said to the people below: "Remember?"
"Remember." Several people shouted in unison, very actively.
Chu Qiao took out a scale, looked at the sacks of herbs, and called the number Chen Ao had found for him.
The call was from a herbal medicine expert. The master at Feng Jianwen Pharmaceutical Factory also gave him a formula for the dosage, but the dosage for making the powder was slightly different from that for boiling the medicine. Chu Qiao didn't dare to be careless, so he asked Sister Ao to find an expert.
"Hello, hello, I'm Chu Qiao."
"Xiaoqiao? I'm Lao Wan."
Chu Qiao was stunned: "Wan Lao, why is it you?"
"It can't be me?"
"How's your leg?"
Mr. Wan laughed heartily: "I'm fine. I'm recovering. The insurance company even compensated me."
Chu Qiao was shocked. This Mr. Wan was good in every way except that he was obsessed with money.
"Mr. Wan, I won't waste any more time talking nonsense. Mr. Chen should have told you that I need you to give me a ratio for the preparation."
Mr. Wan suddenly became serious: "Don't write it down, remember it with your brain."
"good."
"Forsythia suspensa 5g, honeysuckle..."
As Mr. Wan was speaking, Chu Qiao concentrated on memorizing what he had said. She knew that many herbal preparations had confidential formulas, not to mention the ratio of the herbs, which was an even greater secret. Some pharmaceutical factories could pass down their legacy just by relying on a single prescription.
The ingredients of Qingwen Decoction are complex, with Forsythia, Honeysuckle, and Roasted Ephedra as the main medicinal materials, accompanied by fried bitter almonds, gypsum, Isatis root, Corydalis cyrtomium, Houttuynia cordata, Patchouli, Rhubarb, Rhodiola rosea, menthol, licorice, etc. There are so many kinds of ingredients that even with Chu Qiao's superb memory, he did not dare to be careless. He carefully prepared the medicine and checked the total weight before daring to boil it.
Chu Qiao checked the medical base and found that only two doctors were left to take care of the sick people. The rest of the people were spontaneously organized by the healthy people to go to nearby villages to teach isolation techniques.
In the absence of medication, this is all the medical team can do.
Chu Qiao looked at the medical team of 50 people who were originally in good order. Now more than 20 of them were sick. He quickened his hands and prepared medicine skillfully.
Chu Qiao boiled the medicine twice a day, divided it into three portions, and gave it to the patient.
The medicine was still being boiled outside, and Chu Qiao immediately brought it to Lu Zhan.
The glucose liquid had just been infused and the doctor was too busy to handle it. Chu Qiao did not disturb the doctor and pulled out the needle for Lu Zhan himself.
"Can you get up?" Lu Zhan nodded and stretched out his slender arms, but he couldn't support his body.
"Forget it, just lie down." Chu Qiao took the spoon and fed the medicine to Lu Zhan's mouth.
"Is this the decoction for clearing away the plague?" Lu Zhan murmured.
"My mind is still clear, not confused by the fever."
"Where on earth did the ephedra come from?" Lu Zhan's eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope.
Chu Qiao put the bowl away: "I picked it from the ground. Where did it come from? Did it fall from the sky?" Chu Qiao said lightly.
Seeing that she didn't want to talk, Lu Zhan didn't ask any more questions.
Just looking at the wounds on her arms, he couldn't help but ask: "What's going on here?"
"I have to pay a price for every mission I complete. Leave me alone and take good care of me."
After Chu Qiao finished speaking, he hurried out. Besides Lu Zhan, there were many other people waiting for medicine.
The two doctors who originally did not trust Chu Qiao, after studying the ingredients of Chu Qiao's medicinal materials, realized that these were indeed the herbs used to make Qingwen Capsules. They also let down their guard and came to help.
Chu Qiao finally breathed a sigh of relief, finally not fighting alone anymore.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
